Ah-hyuck!
♪ H-h-h-hit it ♪
♪ Like father, like son ♪
♪ You're always number one ♪
[both] Yes!
♪ There's buddies There's pals ♪
Yeah!
♪ You always seem to work things out ♪
♪ Can't you see you're two of a kind ♪
♪ Lookin' for a real good time ♪
Whoa!
♪ A real good time ♪
Aah!
♪ Report to the Goof Troop ♪
♪ And we'll always stick together ♪
♪ Always stick together ♪
♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪
♪ The best of friends forever ♪
♪ Side by side wherever we go ♪
♪ We're always ready to roll ♪
♪ Now gimme a beat ♪
♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪
♪ And we always stick together ♪
Gawrsh!
♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪
♪ The best of friends forever ♪
♪ Now we're calling everyone ♪
♪ Come along and join the fun ♪
♪ Report to the Goof Troop ♪
♪ Baa ba doo da bop baa ba doo bop ♪
Yeah!
Faster, Peej, faster!
I need more altitude!
I'm movin' as fast as I can.
I'm gonna be the absolute fastest thing on roller skates, and go so speedy
I'm gonna fly and go so high that I'll give the moon a great big hug.
Aah!
PJ, bring back my skate right this minute!
Yes, Peej, yes!
Wow!
Hey, guys, wait up!
Whoa!
Attaboy!
Up! Up!
[gasps]
Up, PJ, up!
[screaming]
Oh, man, I'm glad that's over.
I stand corrected.
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!
This is the most awesomest thing I've ever seen!
Can I try, huh? I wanna be next!
My turn, OK? Huh, huh, huh?
OK, OK, OK, OK?
No way, sis. It's too dangerous.
Yeah. Besides, if girls were meant to fly,
they would have been boys.
Oh, yeah, mister smarty Max?
What about Amelia Airhead and Sally Ride and the Flying Nun,
and all those Singapore girls and stuff?
Huh, huh, huh? How about them? Huh?
None of them were 4 1/2 years old.
So I'm ahead of my time!
Pfft! I'll do it by myself, stupid boys!
[chuckles] This is gonna be fun!
If this works, I'm goin' next, OK?
Uh, I'm not really sure about this, Max.
Relax. You're gonna make headlines.
As long as it's not in the obituaries.
[snickering]
[yelping]
You know, maybe we shoulda let pistol in on this.
No way. She'd just find some way to make this backfire.
[coughing]
[Max] This mama's really gonna sizzle.
Orville and Wilbur, eat your hearts out.
You know, Peej meister,
I really envy it being your turn to be the pilot.
Oh, no, put your gear up, stop the propellers,
it's your turn to be the pilot, man!
Peej, you're gonna be the first kid on our block
to break the sound barrier.
Come on, I've already broken the pain barrier.
-It's your turn. -Oh, no, I beg to differ.
-No, really... -No, I think it's your turn.
-No, look, look. -I've seen you fly, you can handle it.
Beauty before brains. OK? Come on, I don't wanna...
Max, PJ, I was wondering--
Listen, death's little helper,
I don't care what you do, we're a little busy right now.
Now, where were we?
Oh, yeah.
It's my turn, you dimzoid!
No, it's not. It's my turn!
All right, PJ, you win. It's your turn.
Wait a minute.
[Pistol imitates radio static] Oh, niner, space shuttle Pistolero
request permission for take-off.
-Pistol? -Pistol?
-Pistol! -Pistol!
Bye.
-Look out! -Incoming!
Whee! Ha ha ha!
[humming]
Hi, Mr G!
Well, hi, there, Chainsaw.
Gawrsh. I didn't know dogs could talk.
[indistinct shouting]
[Pistol imitating machine gun fire]
Incoming!
[Pistol] Rock 'n' roll!
Stop that glider!
Hey, fellers, wait for me!
[Goofy] Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Friends, if you're fishin' for a bargain,
I guarantee that if you come on down to buy an RV from ol' Pete,
I'll eat a slug to make you a deal
on a new home on wheels.
Yummy.
Cut! That's a print!
[laughs] Those suckers at home think I'm eatin' real slugs.
Pete, those are real slugs.
[gagging]
[gulping]
[belching]
I love show business.
[laughs] Whee!
[groaning]
Is that in the script?
Cut! Stop!
Print! Erase! Rewind!
Rewind!
[screaming]
Stee-rike!
[Pistol] Ha ha ha!
Look at me, Daddy!
Pistol?
I'm flying!
Find out if that kid's got an agent.
Pistol!
W-w-w-whoa!
My baby!
[Pistol] Did you see me flyin', Daddy? Huh? Did ya?
Pistol, what the name of rack and pinion steering are you doing up there?
Where's our glider?
Never mind your stupid glider!
Aren't you the one that's supposed to be watching her
while mom's on eat the clock?
Take it easy, Mr P.
Watching Pistol's about as easy
as nailing jell-o to a tree.
Pistol, you get down here right...
now.
First time today she's done what she's been told.
Oh, listen, Pistolkins,
you mustn't scare your old Daddy like that.
But I love flyin'. Can I do it again? Huh?
Please? Please, pretty please?
Oh, now, don't even think about it.
You're too little to be more than...
A couple inches off of the ground.
But Daddy, I wanna fly.
Oh, you're only 4 1/2 years old, pumpkin.
Birds fly when they're only 6 weeks old.
[laughs] Yeah, but they have things like, uh...
Beaks and-- and wings.
And drumsticks and worm breath.
And they come wrapped in cellophane 'cause they're dead meat.
[snickering]
Is everybody OK?
No, I've got film to shoot!
My kid can't take care of his little sister
'cause your kid can't take care of himself!
And there's not a babysitter--
Say, what're you doin'
for the rest of the day, neighbour?
Well, I was gonna take Max and PJ
on an outing this afternoon.
PJ can't go. He's gotta help me.
Aw, Dad.
But Pistol's all yours.
Waah!
Gawrsh!
Thanks...
I think.
Just make sure she has a good time.
And no flyin'... [chuckles] Or else. Get me?
Well, I don't know--
Fine, fine. See ya later.
I really wanna fly.
Then you just might like this afternoon.
Why?
[Goofy] We're goin' to the air show.
[Pistol] Are we there? Is this it? Huh? Huh? Have we made it?
Have we made it? Are we there? Are we there? Are we there?
Bodacious!
Yep. The Spoonerville Aviation Fair
is where the sky's the limit on havin' fun.
Wow!
[imitating airplane sounds]
-Wait, Pistol! -Hold on there, Pistol!
I wanna fly! I wanna fly! I wanna fly!
Hold on. Time out.
Hey, hey, hey, wait! Whoa!
Wait a second! Whoa! Come on!
Breathe!
Now, simmer down, Pistol.
We got all day.
[chuckles] Hey, how 'bout some cotton candy?
Shouldn't take more than a couple hours.
Mmm, pink! Yummy!
Pistol...
OK!
[gasps] Hey!
Aah!
[gasps] Grrr!
Yum!
Hmm... where'd that little whippersnapper go?
Pistol, get down from there!
Pistol!
Stay away from this thing. It's danger--
You're right.
Dad, Dad, what happened? Where's Pistol?
You better go find her 'fore she really gets excited.
Tired of the run-around you get at other RV dealers?
Come to Pete's RVs.
And I'll fight to keep the bull
out of any deal you make with me.
Right, rump roast?
[snorts]
Where's his cape? Get him his cape!
I don't think that's a good idea.
He's a bullfighter.
A bullfighter needs a cape.
I'll give it to him.
Good boy.
-Here's your cape, Sir. -Thanks, PJ.
[Pete] Nice kid, huh?
Nice bull.
[bull snorting]
[Pete] Down, boy!
Keep shooting! Keep shooting!
I want this for my private collection.
Pistol!
Have you seen her, Maxie?
Not a pigtail.
And I've looked just about everywhere
you'd expect to find the world's smallest pilot.
You pint-sized pilots don't want to miss this.
The Maple Mallard, the world's largest jet,
is warming up right now on runway 1.
-Uh-oh. -Uh-oh.
[Pete] Folks, is my competition
puttin' the squeeze on you
with high prices?
At Pete's RVs, Monty the Python and I
will make sure no snake in the grass
takes advantage of you, right, Monty?
Hey, cut it out! Aak!
Cut it out!
Hey. Pete, why'd you stop?
You were goin' real good.
Pete?
[gagging]
I don't believe this.
Over a thousand commercials shot,
and the spud picks now to get stage fright.
Hey, is he gettin' taller?
Help me!
That reptile really likes old Petey.
Never mind that.
Look at the disgusting colour he's turning.
[crtoakily] Mama.
Make-up!
Wow!
[jet engine starts]
Pistol, get down from there!
Gawrsh! That was close.
Aah!
Wow! Neat-o!
But I wanna fly. It's my life, my fate, my destiny. I just know it is.
I'm sure it is, Pistol.
But you're also only 4 years old.
4 1/2!
She'll never see 5.
You're a very grown-up little girl, all right.
We promised your daddy to look out for ya.
We'd hate to have somethin' happen to ya. Wouldn't we, Max?
Oh, yeah. It would be tragic.
I'm sorry, Mr G.
[snorts]
Blow.
[toots]
Don't worry, honey.
Everything's gonna be okey-dokey.
Gawrsh! Hyuk!
Gross!
There ya go, Pistol.
[gasps] Can I have one of those?
[Goofy] Balloons?
Hm. Well, I can't see that bags of air are very dangerous.
Uh, help her, Maxie.
Hi, I'm Pistol.
I sell balloons, not bullets.
I want that one.
Here!
Not that. The red one.
This one?
No. No. The other red one.
No, wait, wait, the next one. No, no, two over from that one.
Just take one.
There you go, little miss rifle.
It's Pistol!
Well, I don't care if it's bazooka.
You got the goods, now, hit the bricks!
You're imposin' on my good nature!
Wow!
[evil chuckle]
-Waah! -What's the matter now?
OK, OK! Buy another one. Buy 'em all.
Anything to keep you quiet.
Thank you, Max. You made me very, very, very,
very, very, very happy. Goodbye!
Everything all right, Max?
Sure, Pop.
Everything's under complete control.
Mr G, Mr G, look at me, look at me, look at me!
-Aah! -Aah!
Whee!
Pistol, come back here!
[grunting] Just a little higher.
Max-- Oh! Can you reach her? Ow! Ow!
Gotcha! Aah!
I got her...
foot.
It's a start.
Hey, everybody, look at me! Look, I'm way, way up high!
Looky, look at me.
Come on, Maxie. We can't let her get away.
Well, here goes nothin'.
We now direct your attention to the southwest field--
where Giblet, the human cannonball clown
will fly like very the wind itself.
Ohh, I wanna try that next.
Oh, you think we could speed this up a might?
Just stay still for another second.
Sure this is... safe?
Sure, it's safe.
It ain't gonna hurt me a bit.
Aah!
Hey, no fair! Let go of me!
Hold still. This isn't gonna hurt a--
Aah!
Boys have all the fun.
Folks, do the high prices of RVs
drive you bananas?
Well, at Pete's RVs,
you'll go ape over our low, low prices,
-right, Coco? -[bell rings]
Cut! Print! Get him ready for the plane stunt.
Uh, say, this isn't dangerous, is it?
You'll be fine.
Coco's a great pilot.
[grunting]
Coco? The gorilla's gonna fly the plane?
Don't worry. He hasn't crashed one in days.
Days?
Take it away, banana-breath!
W-W-Whoa!
[screaming]
Mama!
Daddy, Daddy, look, I'm flying!
That's nice, honey. Me, too.
Pistol!
Max, what's happenin'?
Where we goin'?
Down! Down!
We're goin' down!
-Oh, no! -Oh, no!
Pete, what're you doin' here?
Me? Get outta my commercial!
Are we on TV?
Never mind that, Pop. What're we gonna do?
I'll ask the pilot.
Uh, pardon me, Harry,
but, uh, this is a life or dismemberment situation.
[grunts]
Whoa!
Hyuk!
That was sorta fun, huh?
Where'd you go?
[grunts]
Where's he goin'? Is this in the script?
Goofy, who is flyin' this thing?
-I am. -That's what I was afraid of.
Whoa! Ow!
Whoa! Wow! Whoa!
Easy, boy.
Steady...
Whoa!
Stop!
We gotta save our dads.
The glider!
Oh, man, how are we ever gonna get that up in the air?
It's a good thing your dad stocks fan belts.
Yeah, but it's gonna take both of us to shoot the thing.
Yeah. Who is gonna fly it?
Hi, guys.
[Max] Ready... [grunts]
aim...
-Fire! -[Pistol] Yay!
Hi, Mr G.!
Hi, there, Pistol.
I can't hold on any longer.
Then let go, Daddy.
Pistol, what're you doin'?
Little bitsy girls can't fly.
Oh, don't be so silly, Daddy.
I'm not flying, I'm landing.
Oh, landing.
[laughs] That's different.
Landing?
[Pistol] Whee!
[metal rattling]
See? Piece o' cake. And you said I couldn't do it.
I'll never say you can't again
as long as you never do it again...
Until you're a little older.
Stupendous! Colossal!
Brilliant!
It'll be the greatest commercial ever made!
Well, at least my commercial's gonna clean up.
Now, enough rehearsin'.
Let's do a take with the camera runnin'!
That's a good-- What?
Rehearsal?
Why you, I'm gonna punch you so hard
you're mama'll get a black eye! Come here, you.
Stop! Don't hit me. I'm in the union!
Geniuses bruise easy!
♪ Gimme a beat ♪
[theme music playing]
Yeah!